After uneventful border crossing (all we could find was a survey mark on the road, which was spotted by yours truly) we headed into Deutschland, the land of sausages, beer and more sausages.

After 'The Big Crash' we arrived by train into Holland in the city of Dordrecht. We were both tired and Sarah was pretty sore, but the campsite we were staying at was really

Our plan was to cycle from Ghent to the capital of Belgium; Brussels. After a restless night of sleep due to the constant rain which showed no sign of letting up, we decided

Belgium - it's smaller in land area than Otago but has eleven million people crammed in, none of which are eating Belgium biscuits (apparently nothing to do with the country!). I realised my